Title: Baby Talk
Author: Yami no Kaiba
Fandom: Star Trek XI or TOS
Rating: PG
Pairing: Spock/McCoy
Length: 848 words

Summary: A cute, domestic scene.
Disclaimers: I do not own the characters or the concepts of Star Trek in any of its forms.
Note: MPREG, and a fill for this prompt.

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This is ridiculous and stupid, and if anyone heard him they'd probably either report him to a shrink or never have any respect for him again, but fuck it, he talks to himself in Sickbay and on away missions all the time. What's he got to loose other than his dignity?

He scoots down between the sheets a bit, so that he's at level with Spock's slightly curved stomach – and damn, he's still in a bit of shock about that. Who'd a thought seven months ago it was even possible that the pointy-eared bastard could carry? – and lays a hand lightly against the stretched skin.

"Hey, baby," he croons, rubbing a little circle, trying to be as soothing as possible so that Spock won't wake up. "It's your Daddy Lenny here."

God, he hasn't used that nickname in ages, not since it was Jocelyn in the same position. It makes his chest tighten just a bit, and his throat a bit parched for some good old Kentucky bourbon. During the divorce, he'd sworn up and down he'd never use it again... But damn it, it's his kid. His little prince or princess.

There's a kick against his palm, and he can't help but grin. Damn, but the kid's feisty. Can't help but think that's due to him, though he hopes the kid get's Spock's features. As much as he jabs Spock about those ears of his, Leonard has always thought those up-swept points lent a bit of regal prettiness to his features. "Now, now. You cut that out, ya hear? No need to go giving your Pappy heart burn."

If Spock were awake, he'd probably have those dark sable eyes trained on him, and a cocked brow as if to say 'what illogically emotional stupidity are you up to now?'

"It might not seem like it all the time, but your Pappy does have one; a heart that is. He'll love you as much as I do and he'll show you just how much, but he's a tight-lipped guy so he might not say it as much as you want him to."

There's another kick or punch, and Leonard switches over to a gentle patting rhythm, hoping the sound will settle the kid down. It used to work with Joanna, after all.

"And... And God knows I'm a bit of a fuck-up – sorry, screw-up – with this family stuff, but I promise you, just like I promised your big sis, that no matter what happens I'll always love you, 'k?"

"Leonard," the whisper of the name, and the long-fingered hand sliding through his hair has him startling badly, getting his heart racing. "As usual, you seem to be neglecting the obvious and thus giving false information."

"Spock!"

"And as usual, your vocabulary leaves something to be desired."

"Says the devil that said 'as usual' twice in less than two minutes," he grumbles, cheeks flaming at being caught red-handed. Kneeling up so that the sheets pool around his waist he can see Spock eye-to-eye, "So how long have you been eavesdropping?"

Those eyes are catching the low light in the cabin, and seem to be dancing in laughter. "Since I was not 'secretly' listening, I do not believe that definition applies."

"Fine, fine, overhearing than. How long?"

"That is beside the point. I wish to affirm that your actions disagree with your assessment that you are, and I quote, a 'screw-up with this family stuff'."

"Well, we're all entitled to our opinions, I guess," he mutters, not sure how to take that considering how he'd done the first time around.

"Indeed. I had not considered that the development of the fetus had progressed to the point that auditory stimulation would affect it in either a positive or negative direction of emotional and logical maturation. Your demonstration of such allows for many possibilities of early learning experiences for our child."

"You are not going to have the computer piping Beethoven or Mozart while we sleep!"

"Of course not," Spock replies with an arched eyebrow, hesitating long enough for McCoy to settle down. "Human classical music is too simplistic in its mathematical progression. It's only logical to have the computer play the Vulcan classics."

Leonard groans, and pats Spock's belly once more. "You go ahead and kick to your heart's content if Pappy does that, baby."

He can feel the muscles tighten under his hand. "I told you before, I prefer the term Father."

"Whatever you say, Pappy," he teases lightly, attempting to soothe with a belly rub.

"If you insist on calling me that, I will be forced to come up with a diminutive yet 'cute' name for you."

The thrill that runs through his mind at that makes him miss a beat. Though it really shouldn't have; nicknames were, after all, a sign of intimacy and commitment. "Why Spock, I'm surprised at you. Here I thought you didn't have a vindictive bone in your body."

"I do not. However, close proximity to you has taught me the value of giving 'tit-for-tat'... Peaches."

Well, it was better than being called Plum.

--Fin.